This is a true story of a physically challenged woman. Do all the relationships of love end like this?
by Mandira Chattopadhyay
You who chose to hold me enamored,
You, who promised so much,
That a volume could be written on that.
And I trusted and believed the
Your rhetoric, your passion had put
My logic to shame.
You tied my hands around you.
And I chose to hobble behind too.
For a day or two I lived in a world of Wonder
Then the rhetoric and passion burst asunder.
My world fell about me, a house of cards
Or a glass house that ended in shards
I looked in consternation as your
My body wrecked and disordered.
I groped in darkness wanting to be alone
Light! O don't touch me,
For I am in shreds, in
Pieces, I desire oblivion.
written in 2004